Angel's always had a desire to touch. When something is 'forbidden', an individual will begin to crave it more. But he's been around long enough, and denied himself it long enough, that he's not tempted to act on his desire. Until you.
You, you. New to the division, in some position or another. He didn't get the information the first time, and he hasn't cared to find out even now. He's too enthralled by you. He's never been attracted to something so physically as he is you.
Your face, your dead expression that changes so quickly when you smile, or talk with coworkers who's company you enjoy. Your chest, how it bounces when you laugh, he can't help but stare. Your stomach, the way your skirt accentuates the curves and weight of it.
It's all made so much worse when everyone goes out drinking. He usually avoids the invitation, but everytime he sees you agree to it, he can't find the words for his normal excuse.
You practically glow a holy light when you're drunk. Laughing as you watch everyone make fools of themselves. One of your girl friends had gotten jokingly handsy this time, and now your shirt was unbuttoned so far he could see the dip of your bra.
"...Fiend..." He blinks. What? He hasn't been paying attention, but he often isn't when you're near. "So?" His brows crease, what? "Well give us the deets! What's your super cool powers, what got you hired (y/n)?!" His head tilts. Fiend? You're a Fiend?
"I am NOT telling you that!" You laugh before downing the rest of the cheap shitty alcohol in your glass. "Come onnnn, that's so not fair! What's so special about you that it's a super special secret?" You purse your lips and hold your head high, holding that face for only a moment before you crack and start to laugh.
Angels eyes drop to your chest again. It's mesmerizing. He follows up, to your neck, your chin, your cheeks. Everything about you, every part of your body, all of your skin, he wants to touch you so bad. He'd drank a bit, maybe that's why, but he wants to leave bites along the fat of your body. He feels like his mind is swimming.
The air is cold by the time people begin to make their way home. Angel stands and stares at the sky, he thinks he needs a moment to breathe, to get back to normal. He hears heels click as someone stumbles on the concrete. He doesn't waver until he feels a body bump into his.
He jolts when something touches his hand. He looks down. It's someone's hand. Grasping his, for a moment. "Oops, sorry." You wobble as you steady yourself against him, then regain your footing, withdrawing from him. And then you're gone, walking around the corner and out of view.
He's breathing heavy, nostrils wheezing as he feels his body react. His wings bristle and puff in his sudden panic.
Until a few hours ago, he thought you were human. He can't be sure that you really are a Fiend...
He has questions he can't ask you for answers to. He'll have to ask miss Makima....
